Page 70 of One Wild Ride

This was Alex unshackled.

We began to move and I tried to focus on where he was taking me, but his mouth made it very hard to see past the sexual kissing fog. My heart was pounding so hard I thought he could feel it. And maybe he had before he threw me.

I fell down and landed on something soft, bouncy, and covered in blue. A bedroom. He somehow, in our kissing, groping frenzy, found a bedroom. I laid on a bed with my knees bent and my lower legs and feet hanging off the side.

“Undress for me,” Alex said with hooded eyes that were trained on the button at the top of my jeans. I wore a ratty T-shirt and old jeans when I came to his place today—my usual outfit for painting. But, with how Alex’s eyes heated and sank into me, you’d think I was wearing the skimpiest, laciest lingerie.

I bit my lip to hold back the groan. His words did things to me. The Alex standing in front of the bed was demanding, confident, and ready to take what he wanted. He had been afraid to show me this side of him but he never realized how I would have given anything to experience him taking control.

My jeans and shirt flew across the room. Sweat broke across my skin as I raced to remove everything for him—to give him what he desired. I had no bra on which he appreciated. His lips ticked up for a moment, just a second of time, before disappearing. That slight movement flooded my core with heat.

I moaned and twisted at his stillness. The more skin I revealed to him the further controlled he became. Once my red lace underwear slid down my legs and dropped to the floor, he grew. I don’t know how but he became taller, his eyes almost slits as he peered down at me.

“When I’m done with you, I want you to stay naked. You dress when I tell you,” he said.

Did he know how that request almost brought me to the edge?

“Yes,” I said and wondered if he understood me as it was more of a moan.

The past several weeks had been frustrating trying to steal seconds together knowing we were always being watched. Even when we went back to the motel, Alex thought a few faces seemed familiar and noticed that his Volkswagen was being followed. There was nowhere we could lay low.

Now we didn’t need to hide. We could do what we wanted and I coveted this. I drank in the dark Alex and couldn’t wait to reach my tongue out for the last drop. He was ready to pin me down like a predator and fuck me like a wild animal.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded, his deep voice a rumble.

I didn’t have time to respond as he grabbed the back of my knees and lifted them, pushing my thighs back. My skin burned as his fingers traced a path up my legs to my hips before finding my spiked nipples. He pinched hard, and I gasped at the prick of pain before it melted down to an addictive ache between my thighs.

“You get everything, Aria. I want to give you the breath from my mouth, the strength from my fingers, and the heart of my soul. Right now, the only way I know how to do that is to give you what I have never given anyone.”

I reached for his arm wanting to give him something too, even if it was the lightest touch, but he took my hand and placed it back on the bed. It was that small movement, not his words, that caused my throat to tighten strangling my voice.

It was soft, so achingly gentle, in the throes of his dark and wild act. Something to tell me that the everyday Alex, the sweet Alex, is still there ready to hold me when the heat is spent and the pleasure has turned into a sleepy smile.

One of his hands stayed on my breast while the other one, the one that moved my arm, reached lower until I gasped as his fingers plunged inside of me. No warning, no light touches beforehand. Alex worked me until my legs widened more, my hips rolling to chase his thumb as it rubbed my clit.

I shouldn’t have watched him. That’s what did it. That’s what sent me over the edge. How his eyes feasted on his wet fingers, glistening as he pulled them out of me. But the worst was when Alex tightened his jaw before pushing them back inside. As if all this thwarted what he was truly after.

Yet his hard cock—that looked painful as it pushed against his dark jeans—and the groan that unfurled from the far reaches of his throat spoke volumes of intense pleasure and awe.

And when I came, his mouth slacked and I wondered if he could feel the luxurious bliss that erupted from his hands and crashed across my body. Did Alex know that no one else would ever make me as happy, as satisfied, as grateful, as him?

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